Whe A Tree Loses Its Last Leaf, Poem by Misnia Bahri

Whe a tree loses its last leaf
there a new beginning it regrowth when it seasons came so does the life people may came and go from our life, and people may talk about like they know people may run they're mouth like they know the truth, but it's always the opposite of it memories may restored in our mind that's longingly to turn back time love, you thought was real was an illusion of Déjà vu is the feeling that one has lived through the present situation before and struggling to let go of love one in a mute of silent a late death of family's can be never erase from the heartbeat nor the first purest love to be forget let go was a struggle faint heart was about to cure of the deepest wound insecure within time heartache hidden away only love can safe you maybe the burnt maybe the deepest scars always there but one spring the purest love that attached to your heartbeat lift the burnt one spring break love blossoms through life that never leaving you it's stayed with you for the rest of your last breath as long as your heartbeat still alive that's how the purest love stay in our life that allow us reform lift hope in hopelessly hours defeating through our lifetime together a strongest bond of love regrowth through times of life.